"Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart."
I was reading a journal article in which a third of the reference list was the author’s own work and I was suddenly struck with the thought:
"oh my god. this is academic auto-fellatio"
"Books have souls. Or so romantics like me tend to think."
sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
Don’t worry - we sometimes feel the same way.
"I gave you things I wasn’t sure I even had."
|me:||wow I'm fat
|me:||maybe I look ok
|me:||I AM PERFECT THE WAY I AM
|me:||I'm fucking disgusting I'm losing weight now
|me:||I am more than just my weight!
|me:||who the fuck cares about anything
|me:||I AM SO FAT.
|me:||idk curves are beautiful i am beautiful
|me:||i hate myself
"I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up."
people who think lesbians are more accepted in society than gay men are idiots
lesbians are more sexualized. they’re seen as a hot thing for straight men to watch but only if both girls are conventionally attractive. otherwise, it’s seen as disgusting or unnatural. that is not acceptance. that is fetishization.
jim fucking carrey
jim fucking carrey
I love Jim Carrey. I once met him in a 7/11, and I was getting a soda, I turned and saw it was him, and he saw I was going for a Doctor Pepper, so he said “Oh did you want one of these”, to which I stuttered out a yes and he grabbed all of them and said “too bad” and brought them up to the front. Then he bought his stuff and left the sodas there, and left. Almost immediately after, he ran back in and began putting the sodas back and paid for mine.
This is what happens when Candians are let lose and try to prank people
"John wore horn-rimmed glasses, but any time there were any girls around he’d whip them off, and then he couldn’t see a bloody thing, you know, he’d be as blind as a bat! One day we were writing together, John and I, it was around Christmas, and he used to come down to my house, we’d write in the evening and he’d walk back up to his house, which was like a mile away or something, and he’s walking back one night… And I saw him the next day, he said, ‘Do you know? Those people on that corner of Booker Avenue, they’re mad!’ He said, ‘What time was it when I left you last night?’ I said, ‘I don’t know, about 11:30 or something.’ He said, ‘Yeah, well I went past their house and they were out, still playing cards in front of their house!’ I said, ‘I can’t believe it.’ So I go by there later and it’s a nativity scene. You know, Mary and Joseph bent over the baby Jesus. I said, ‘Get your glasses on, man!’"